“I’m going to come,” she managed to say. “I’m going to. I’m going to…Oh!”
The orgasm left her feeling both shocked and elated. Her muscles contracted hard and left her feeling almost empty. Right at that moment he pushed his cock deep into her body. He left her gasping as he thrust hard and so very deep. The tip of his cock kissed that sweet spot deep within her and she cried out as she felt herself go higher. The pleasure was so intense. It felt as though she were going to split in two.
Her fingers managed to find his arms. She hung on tight and rode out the wave of exquisite sexual satisfaction. It wasn’t over. She was still building. Everything inside her was rising higher and higher as he backed out only to thrust deeply once again. Her breaths were coming as little high pitched pants and she wondered if she could take anymore.
TRAPP WATCHED THE expressions flit across Isabella’s beautiful face and wondered if there had ever been a more beautiful sight. Each pump of his hips sent his cock thrusting into her warm pussy. The wet sound of their coupling filled the room. The scent of sex clung to their skin. He could smell her sweet feminine fragrance overlaid by his more masculine smell and it excited him to think that he was marking her as his own.
His entire body began to prepare for climax. He slipped his hands gently beneath her thighs and lifted her lower body to alter the angle of penetration. The new friction ripped a groan from his throat. It felt so damn good. She was so very tight. The slap of his skin against hers was satisfying as hell. He pushed harder. Each time he felt his balls brush her body she whimpered in excitement.
The burn of his climax began at the base of his spine. It felt as though his veins were filled with quicksilver. His balls drew up tight beneath his body. They ached with the need to ejaculate. He wanted so badly for her to come with him. So he reached between their bodies and found her clit with his finger. He circled the nub and then pressed down. The pressure alone was enough to send her flying over the edge.
She screamed his name when she climaxed. Not Trapp. Not Commander. She called out Alex as if it were the only word she knew at that moment. Satisfaction ripped through him and he came hard and fast. Seed spilled from his cock into her body and he convulsed as he gave her everything he had to give.
Once the storm had passed, he collapsed beside her on the bed. A wave of tenderness left him feeling strangely vulnerable. This was not just sex. It wasn’t just a fling. This was the only woman he ever wanted to be with. Isabella was it for him. He gathered her body into his arms and pressed a tender kiss to her lips.
“I love you,” he murmured. “I love you so much.”
“I love you so very much, Alex. I never thought I would feel like this about anyone.” She snuggled in closer and wrapped her arms around his torso. Then she nuzzled his chest. “And this is what I want to do for the rest of my life. I want to be with you.”
Her words warmed him, but they worried him too. “It’s what I want as well. But I think it’s going to take some doing to make this all work.”
“Nothing is worth having if it doesn’t take work,” she told him softly. “I’m willing to work. I’m even willing to wait. Your dedication as an officer and a SEAL is one of the things I love the most about you. It’s your nature to be loyal and true. There’s a way to be together without violating any of that. I know it. We just have to figure it out.”
Trapp chuckled. “I will never—never—underestimate your tenacity, woman. You are the will that finds a way.”
“Damn right,” she grunted.
He kissed her. Because there was no way that he could not kiss her in this moment. Their tongues tangled together and they enjoyed the simplicity of just being together with no bullets flying and no one trying to kill them off. It was enough. For now.
Epilogue
Five Years Later
“Where’s the bride?” Isabella leaned in to give Jaipriya a kiss on the cheek.
The beautiful Indian woman was very noticeably pregnant. Her colorful pale pink sari managed to both cover and emphasize her belly in a very flattering way. She was positively glowing. And Isabella could see Sparks on the other side of the green lawn beaming as he talked boisterously with Romero and Yates.
“I think the bride is still getting ready inside. Cassidy is with her.” Jai rested her hands on her belly, gently rubbing the baby bump. “It’s just the two of them going down the aisle.”
“I knew she said that’s what she wanted,” Isabella murmured. “I’m just glad things have turned out so well for her.”
“Rachel went through a lot,” Jai agreed. Then her gaze wandered across the park toward her husband and the other SEALs. “All of us have.”
“It’s so odd to see Yates with little kids crawling all over him,” Isabella marveled. The SEAL was holding the hand of one rowdy toddler while his two year old daughter sat on his shoulders and banged happily on his head.
Jai snorted. “I think the bigger miracle is how well Tasha has taken to motherhood.”
“I would say she’s a regular mother bear.” Isabella had been secretly alarmed at the idea of Tasha with small children, but she and Yates were doting parents. Their kids were probably going to be the terrors of the schoolyard.
“There’s the minister now!” Jai gestured with excitement toward the military chaplain heading down the aisle.
“People are starting to sit down.” Isabella stood on her tiptoes, looking around for Alex. “I need to retrieve my husband. He’s supposed to be walking Rachel down the aisle.”
Isabella left the outdoor wedding venue and headed inside the old white pillared classic antebellum mansion. She waved to many people that she knew. It was almost like a reunion. Or maybe it was a reunion. At some point all of them had needed to get together anyway. Life sometimes got in the way, but in the end nobody else in the world would truly understand unless that had been a part of “the incident”.
The old doors squeaked when Isabella pushed them open. She turned right and headed toward the room that had been renovated into a bride’s preparation suite. The popular wedding venue was an old Virginia plantation that offered every bit of old southern charm a girl could want for her ceremony. It was just a bonus that Rachel’s fiance’s family happened to own the place.
TRAPP KNEW HE was being a total creep spying on his sister like this, but he couldn’t help it. It was a snapshot that he knew his parents would have loved to see. His beautiful sister standing in front of a mirror with her best friend in the world helping to fluff the tulle lace skirt of her wedding dress.
“Taking a peek at the bride?”
He felt his wife’s hand gently touch his shoulder and Trapp covered her hand with his own. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“I don’t think Rachel was spying when we got married you know,” Isabella pointed out. “I think you should at least give a discreet cough or something.”
“I was just thinking how proud of her our parents would be.”
Isabella leaned her cheek against his arm. “She’s certainly overcome more than her share of hard times to get to this point. In fact, psychologically speaking, this wedding is a damn miracle.”
“I hear you out there!” Rachel’s singsong voice drifted through the partially opened doorway. “Just come in, big brother. I’ve got a few things to say to you anyway.”
Cassidy slipped out of the room and linked her arm through Isabella’s. “Go stand up at the doors with me. I want a peek at all of the guests.”
Trapp watched his wife wink before she walked off with Romero’s bride of three years. Since that whole mess had finally been sorted, they had all gotten married and started families. Yates and Romero were partners in an investigative with the help of Yates’s wife Tasha. Bones and Marina had started a gym that taught self defense classes aimed at women. Cassidy still taught middle school and Romero had shocked everyone when he had decided to go into physical education and coaching soccer.
Rachel was beaming when Trapp walked into the
room. “How do I look?” She met his gaze in the mirror.
“Like our mother,” he answered honestly. “You’re beautiful, Rachel. I hope you know that Nathaniel is a lucky man.”
“No.” Rachel’s smile faded just a little. “I’m lucky that I found a man whose willing to take on all my baggage.”
“Rachel, everyone has baggage.”
“I have more.”
“The simple statement was devastating to him. “But you’ve come so far.”
“Of course I have.” She turned and cocked her head, staring up at him and making him feel as though he was the younger sibling. It was very disconcerting. “I survived, Alex. I’m not sure I expected to do that. I hoped I would, but there were no certainties in my world during that time.”
She didn’t talk about that much. Trapp knew she had been in therapy. She’d undergone treatment and learned to manage her PTSD. She had been debriefed by some of the best behavioral analysis agents in the business. They had done reprogramming—the type of thing that happened for those who had been enmeshed in cults and other serious behavior altering situations. But at the end of it all, Rachel was still the one who had to deal with it all.
“I love you, Alex.” Rachel smiled up at him. “I am so grateful to you for everything you’ve done. But I’m glad that you have Isabella and I have Nathaniel. I don’t need you to take care of me anymore. I’m a big girl now. I have been for a long time.”
“I know that.” Of course he did. He wasn’t a simpleton.
“You do, but you still try to brother me to death.”
He gently touched her cheek. “You will always be my baby sister.”
“I’m ready for our relationship to take the next step. I want to be on equal footing. I want to be self sufficient and strong.”
“You are.” As he said it, he realized why she was putting it like that and what it really meant. “And once I give you away, I’m going to put that into practice.”
Her laugh made his heart sing. “I’m going to hold you to it.”
ISABELLA HEARD ALEX step into the hallway. His shoes made almost no noise on the polished wood floor, but she could sense him nonetheless. Turning around, she saw him heading down an adjacent hallway.
Isabella touched Cassidy’s shoulder. “I’d better go check in with the stand in father of the bride.”
“I’ll get Rachel here on time. We’ve got five minutes.” Cassidy flashed a broad smile and shooed Isabella off after Alex.
Isabella found him standing around the corner with one palm pressed to the wallpaper. He looked as if he might be sick. She put her arms around his middle and gave him a big squeeze. He put his hands over hers and squeezed back.
“You’re really feeling this one, aren’t you?” she said softly. It wasn’t really a guess. She had known that Rachel’s wedding was going to be a big deal for Alex emotionally. “You’ve been everyone’s dad for so long that when Rachel gets married you’re going to feel just a little bereft hmm?”
“Is it that obvious?” His wry expression was priceless. How she loved him!
Isabella sighed. “Maybe it’s only obvious to me because I know you so well.”
“No. I’m pretty sure everyone can tell. Yates and Romero were making fun of me earlier calling me daddy dearest and telling me that I was giving away my last child.”
“Well that’s not entirely true,” Isabella told him. She knew she was being saucy, but she didn’t care.
He raised an eyebrow as though he could not figure out what she was trying to say. Sometimes Alex was horribly blunt. Or rather she had to be horribly blunt to get through to him in any way.
“You know,” she prompted. “Because we’re going to have a baby of our own?”
“We are?”
She bobbed her head up and down. “Yep, big daddy. So don’t put those papa instincts away just yet. Maybe instead of marrying off the last kid, you should look at this as the first step in the next part of your life. Now we can have our own family and be assured that’s the only family we need to worry about. Everyone else has grown up and started their lives, Alex. It’s our turn to focus on ourselves and our family.”
“I love you.”
The simple words never failed to make her heart race and her stomach drop in an awe inspiring moment of clarity. “I love you too, sweetheart. Now go give your sister away and make sure you’re wearing a huge smile. Nobody will be able to guess what you’re up to.”
TRAPP COULD NOT help but laugh when Isabella swatted him on the ass and sent him on his way. He was so damn lucky in his choice of a partner for life. Marrying her had been incredible. Raising kids with her was going to be even better. He knew it.
As soon as he took Rachel’s arm, she turned and stared up at him in obvious surprise. “What happened to you?”
“I’m just glad to be giving you away,” he whispered. “It’s an honor. I know you’d rather Dad was here, but I’m proud to stand in his place.”
She took a breath to speak, but the music started and the wedding planner was waving her on down the aisle. Cassidy had already started walking, her escort one of Nathaniel the groom’s best friends from college. In a shocking twist of events that really didn’t shock anyone, the closest that Rachel’s groom had ever gotten to the military was a stint in college ROTC.
“Smile,” Trapp told Rachel. “Everyone is most definitely looking at you.”
“Ass,” she murmured through her smile.
It was surreal to walk his baby sister down the aisle. But he wasn’t looking at her or at Nathaniel. Trapp wasn’t watching the minister, or even the other members of the wedding party. He was too busy staring at his wife sitting in the front row of chairs. She looked radiant. He could not keep his eyes off her and he could not stop smiling.
They were having a child! It was the most amazing news that she’d given him since she’d agreed to marry him. With both of them now working desk jobs for the DOJ and spending almost every night home together, it was perfect timing. Fulfillment did not just come from putting his ass on the line for his country and his men. It came from the little things. It came from spending the evening on the couch snuggled up next to a woman who made him laugh. It came from meeting up with his friends for a drink and sharing war stories that made them all roll their eyes. It was giving his sister away in marriage and knowing that she was going to be all right. These were the things that made up a life. And he wasn’t about to miss one damn thing.
“Who gives this woman away in marriage?” the chaplain asked.
Trapp cleared his throat. “We all do,” he said in a steady voice. Because that was exactly how it went.
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